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estdeus_innobis[Early afternoon, Wednesday, December 16th, Day 199]
[Follow Me Boy]
For most of the past two days I have been abed. My feet had swollen to such a terrible degree after my walk to the tower that we were forced to cut my shoes off, and even after soaking them for hours the pain barely abated. Today was the first day I felt strong enough to risk standing and walking, and even then I am using my cane within the house, something I would normally never have to do. But the pain in my feet is nothing compared to the pain in my heart, the pain that my dearest friend is walking willingly to her death, and that I can do nothing to stop her. I pray that she will come to her senses before Monday...but I fear it will not be so. I have made my feelings to her clear...I refuse to treat her like a child by berating and nagging her. And so that means that all I can do is wait, and waiting is agony.
So distracted am I that I barely noticed the snow starting earlier. But now it is impossible not to see; large flakes whipped by the wind to tap against our windows. I can see it starting to drift in the streets, blowing in swirling clouds like phantoms down the road. Adonis is already in, Carmelo I expect will not come, nor will I blame him. I expect we will have few clients today...
...but when I see Sophie preparing to lock the doors, I bid her not to. I do not know that we shall be open for business, but I will leave no one trapped out there. Build up the fire, I say, and prepare two guest rooms and an extra for Adonis, just in case. Mrs. Danvers, even without my word, has begun preparing a large pot of soup and other hot, savoury foods.
Quietly, I sit by the window. I expect it shall be a long day...and a long night as well.
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[Follow Me Boy]
For most of the past two days I have been abed. My feet had swollen to such a terrible degree after my walk to the tower that we were forced to cut my shoes off, and even after soaking them for hours the pain barely abated. Today was the first day I felt strong enough to risk standing and walking, and even then I am using my cane within the house, something I would normally never have to do. But the pain in my feet is nothing compared to the pain in my heart, the pain that my dearest friend is walking willingly to her death, and that I can do nothing to stop her. I pray that she will come to her senses before Monday...but I fear it will not be so. I have made my feelings to her clear...I refuse to treat her like a child by berating and nagging her. And so that means that all I can do is wait, and waiting is agony.
So distracted am I that I barely noticed the snow starting earlier. But now it is impossible not to see; large flakes whipped by the wind to tap against our windows. I can see it starting to drift in the streets, blowing in swirling clouds like phantoms down the road. Adonis is already in, Carmelo I expect will not come, nor will I blame him. I expect we will have few clients today...
...but when I see Sophie preparing to lock the doors, I bid her not to. I do not know that we shall be open for business, but I will leave no one trapped out there. Build up the fire, I say, and prepare two guest rooms and an extra for Adonis, just in case. Mrs. Danvers, even without my word, has begun preparing a large pot of soup and other hot, savoury foods.
Quietly, I sit by the window. I expect it shall be a long day...and a long night as well.
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